Poet: Carl Sandburg
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Comment 2 of 2, added on January 18th, 2013 at 8:36 AM.
AN EVER AFTER (for my father)I cnoant write this poemI know wordsBut not the ones that have meLoosening my grip, my holdOn your sweet soulI cnoant write this poemThe one that sees an end to youThat comprehendsA world withoutAn ever after youThe words I cnoant findThat find me nonethelessThat even seek me outTo say Iâ€™ll live withoutThe thing I am, have beenInside your heartThe girl who meantthe world to youâ€”If the sun, you wrote so long ago, stops shiningIâ€™ll see it in your eyesâ€”The little scrapIâ€™ll keep until my end of daysUntil the time I will let goOf wordsFor things I used to knowEntirely and not at all
Comment 1 of 2, added on November 17th, 2004 at 12:02 PM.
A poem about born blue .
born blue is just like you ben born in the sky
that is light blue and some of the world of the book can express your self in the book of born blue.
from United States
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